haven’t felt like this in a while.

he leaned in for a hug. Once, twice, thrice. and i never responded. he left dejected but not after spending two hours trying to convince me that love does exist, failing and finally concluding that I am the most negative person he has ever met.

he makes me nervous, this boy from across the pacific, this new yorker, this painter, this tennis player, this spanish speaker.

“Were you rooting for me at the tennis court today?” he asked.

i shook my head, but i lied. i was looking for him when i rushed passed the courts today. i remember he mentioned the game to me last week. i found him, of course, it really isn’t too hard to spot the token asian player amongst all the whites.

after he left, i found a message in my inbox 10 minutes later and it made me smile.

so this friday we’ve made plans to go to the gallery and maybe, just maybe he’ll get the hug he deserves.